Eighteen (Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter Thirteen

I don't want to get up. I don't want to move. I can't face them, either of them. But I'll have to, for work. I will only look at our interactions like we are doing our jobs. I will not bother them nor will I become more acquainted with them. Then I don't have to chose.

I roll out of bed and place my bare feet on the ground. The floor was cold to the touch which sent shivers up my spine. I went through my morning as usual. I grabbed my bag and stepped through the door I have stepped out of and into a million times it feels like. I stop by the cafe near the bus stop and grab a large coffee to keep my droopy eyes bright. Nothing like a warm cup of joe. I walked out of the cafe and tilted the cup to my lips. The heat of the coffee was calming although scolding. My mind was clean, cleaner then when my mother made me clean my room as a kid. It was almost void. I walked to the bus stop and sat down on the uncomfortable seat under the shelter. Almost a minute went by when the bus halted abruptly at the stop. I entered the bus and payed the driver. I sat in a seat next to the window, two rows from the back. I rested my head on the glass as the bus started up it's engine, shaking my head. The glass of the window was chilled. It felt tranquil and content. I felt as if no time had passed when the bus stopped at the Big Hit building. I get off, thanking the driver, and sulked into the building. I spotted an open elevator and entered as if no one could be in there. My assumption was incorrect as I spotted a man to my left. I didn't care to look at him, my full focus was on my coffee. My attention was brought off of my lovely cup of life to the man. "Good morning Y/N!" He said.

I lifted my eyes to meet his, Yoongis. "Good morning Mr. Min" I said, shifting my focus on the doors of the elevator as they closed.

He presented a new facial expression that I had never seen out of him. He showed concern confusion. Concerned for what, I don't know. "Mr.Min?" His tone hinted at bitterness. I kept my eyes glued on the doors. My face stayed like pavement. "Y/N?" He asked.

"Yes?" I responded with, not changing anything about my expression. The elevator doors opened. "This is my floor. I will see you later today." I said.

I walked out of the elevator. Yoongis face was the definition of surprised. He was shocked. I brushed it off and walked to the studio to start working. I needed to start a new song. I stared at my computer, waiting for my creative flow to kick in. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was blank until what felt like the end of time. 

Writers note: Hi! I'm working on this a lot less because I have finals in a few weeks and I REALLY have to study super hard for them. I am probably going to update shorter chapters in the next month. I hope you all have a good day!